Liam, a lanky teen with a mischievous glint in his eye, watched from the bleachers as the basketball team finished their drills. His reputation as the school prankster was well-known, and today, he had his sights set on the team. "Time for some fun," he muttered to himself, grinning.
Andrew, the team captain, was the first to encounter Liam's antics. As he reached for his towel, he was met with a swift tug on his waistband. "Liam!" he exclaimed, half annoyed, half amused, as he tried to free himself from the wedgie.
Liam snuck up behind Walker, who was busy combing his hair, and administered a swift noogie, messing up his perfectly styled locks. "Hey!" Walker protested, trying to fend him off.
With a quick flick of his wrist, Liam sent a stream of cold water splashing over the pair. "Dude, seriously?" Tuff sputtered, shaking his head in disbelief. "Consider it a refreshing surprise," Liam quipped.
"Alright, Liam, you've had your fun," Andrew said, crossing his arms. "Just keeping the spirit alive," Liam replied with a wink, unfazed by the united front.
"Next time, we'll get you back," Bridger promised, a smile tugging at his lips. Liam chuckled, knowing full well that the playful rivalry was far from over. "Can't wait," he replied, already plotting his next move.
















